Owner	Pose
Arthur King	After some driving around, one always tended to come closer to home than anything else. His parents? They don't like this place. But Arthur? He loves it. The feel, the character, and Joe's always a nice guy. Despite that Arthur isn't legal drinking age yet. That brings about Arthur King himself coming to the bar. After getting a soda, he moves over to a side table to sit and people watch for the moment. The young man's the wrong age, but Joe's one of the best for it being a dive bar of sorts. Today Arthur's dressed in a nice shirt, slacks, and casual jacket. He's not got anything really going for him other than young looks. But his eyes are at least semi-cautious and looking around a lot.
Rachel Grey	About that time, a redhead wearing a green croptop with a gold-colored mini-skirt strolls into Joe's Bar. The sunglasses she's wearing and the black leather coat she has slung over one shoulder might give off the 'trying too hard to be cool' vibe. Her manner isn't casual or projecting attitude, though. She looks...wary. The way her head shifts several times, taking in the room and all the people in it, as if she's looking for something. Whatever it is, she doesn't seem to find it, causing her to linger somewhat by the door. Instead of moving towards the bar, she hangs back and once again surveys the room much more slowly. Her gaze seeming to linger on the decorations and the layout itself as much as it does the people. For Rachel, this isn't her first time here. It's just the first time she's seen it in its heyday. In her timeline, this becomes a refuge. Scary, bad things will have happened here. So she takes the ambiance in, her mind awash with memories.
Wanda Maximoff	Occasionally, during times when she wants to get away, Wanda will come here to have a drink or because life? It's rough, especially for Wanda who is often best described as a twisted a troubles soul who's life has been an experiment in terror. The woman is sitting at the bar, conversing with the bartender while taking short sips of her glass of red wine. You can find her in a casual pair of blue jeans with a crimson velvet blouse and her air in a ponytail.
Arthur King	Arthur King happens to spy Wanda first. A bit hard not to at times, but Arthur doesn't have that kind of power or ability. Still, he's also headed to the bar for another drink. "I'll have what the lady in red's having." Arthur says as he leans on the bar a few feet from Wanda. Of course, Joe hears it, and makes the classic 'cut' motion. Then he gives a laugh, "Told you before, King. No license," Arthur chimes in on the last part, a smile on his face, "no top shelf." Arthur shakes hands with Joe, giving a laugh, "Just a soda, then." Joe gives a nod, "Excuse me, Wanda. Let me get this kid a drink before I need to sic security on him." Arthur gives a nod before looking to Wanda. Who he gives a small hand wave to, "Sorry. I like to try each time, helps him train the new guys, too."
Rachel Grey	Lost in melancholy, Rachel finally finishes looking the place over before catching the eye of Joe, behind the bar. She opens her mouth and almost orders 'the usual' before closing it once more. The look on the barkeep's face shows passively friendly welcome, not recognition. This isn't her Joe, after all. Instead, she approaches the bar and takes the open seat next to Wanda, opposite Arthur. "Hi Joe," she greets the bartender, who doubtlessly goes through enough customers to just assume he's served her before. "I'll take a Merlot." She reflexively passes over her ID, briefly thankful that Beast and Gambit had put together not only a fake photo ID but a fake history to go with it. Getting around in this time without it would have been nigh impossible otherwise. She glances over at Wanda and Athur beside her, briefly curious at the interaction she's adjacent to (and possibly interrupting).
Wanda Maximoff	"That's perfectly fine, Joseph. I thank you for listening to me again. I do feel better after a talk." Wanda smiles warmly to the departing man. In a gesture of courtesy, Wanda lifts up her glass a bit to Arthur. There might be a little bit of a ringing to her senses, but the witch has learned that there is a time and place to mention things, and open in public is not one of them unless they are consenting to such. "Well, you won't catch Joe slipping, that is for sure. Regardless, what is that about a license?" she questions, brow raised curiously. She does take notice of Rachel, the woman looking over, and within her eyes she recognizes the troubled and past tramatized look there. She knows it well.